Being a ghost and having multiple personalities

Zhang Lingyue was standing at the door waiting for Qi Huan. When he saw Qi Huan coming, he was a little anxious and complained, "Why is it so long?"

"Just now Ji Su came..."

"Ji Su..." Zhang Lingyue lowered his shoulders, turned around slowly and entered the room, "Did you come by yourself?"

"Ah."

Qi Huan poured a glass of water and passed it to Zhang Lingyue after it cooled down. Zhang Lingyue took it slowly, but put it back without drinking.

"I want to send people away."

"Is it someone from the mansion?"

Zhang Lingyue stared blankly at the ground, "The useful members of the Zhang family are gone, so what are you keeping them for?"

"Okay, I'll go tell them."

"I just want to keep this house, which was left by my ancestors, and I will only live here in the future..."

"Ling Yue." Qi Huan held his hands, looked at his face seriously, and said softly, "I will stay with you, I will never leave you..."

Zhang Lingyue shook his head, "But I will, I will die one day, I will not be a ghost forever, I have to go through reincarnation, and then I will forget about you..."

"Ling Yue." Qi Huan put one hand on the back of Zhang Lingyue's head, and gently pressed his head to his chest, "No matter what you do, I will always be with you, even if one day you no longer know me I will always protect you."

"But how tiring it is!"

Zhang Lingyue closed his eyes, Qi Huan gently stroked his back, the two of them exchanged words like this, Zhang Lingyue's body was very weak, and soon fell asleep again.

Qi Huan dismissed the servants in the mansion, but Zhang Jin did not leave for a long time. Of course, he had nowhere to go.

"It's you!"

Looking at Zhang Jin who had been standing in front of Zhang Lingyue's door for a long time, Qi Huan suddenly felt a little unhappy.

"What are you still doing here!"

"I...I have something to say..."

"Just say it here, I'll tell him!"

Zhang Jin raised his head slowly, and said, "The Xuanjiao has actually escaped long ago! But he only escaped with his primordial spirit, so his skill has been greatly reduced, and he can only attach himself to others..."

"How did you know that!" Qi Huan was shocked, and he became more and more suspicious of Zhang Jin.

"Because the first body he came out to possess was me... In order to find a way to release his real body from Changyou Mountain, he sucked the soul of a practitioner as the power to unseal it. Later, he met the suzerain on his way. , thinking that there must be many practitioners around the suzerain, so I deliberately asked the suzerain to take me home, but suddenly found that the suzerain seemed to be blessed by heaven and man, afraid that I would be exposed, so I dismissed that thought and came out of my body. Went into the body of my previous master and escaped..."

"Is what you said true?" These words are actually useless for them to find the escaped Xuanjiao, they just make Zhang Geng understand a little bit more, and the rest of the matter of catching monsters, naturally It's still in the hands of heaven and man.A few days ago, his priest father came to inquire about Zhang Geng's death.

"Every sentence is true!" Zhang Jin suddenly knelt down again, "Damn me, if I said it earlier, they could have made more preparations...Damn me!"

"You go!"

"Wait!" Zhang Jin suddenly stood up again, "I know the art of gathering souls!"

"what?"

"I know how to stitch a torn soul together!"

Qi Huan trembled all over and stared at Zhang Jin closely. Except for those close to him, almost no one knew about the fact that his soul was torn apart. Zhang Geng only came to the conclusion after seeing him many times. And Zhang Jin is just a "spirit trap", how did he see it? Could it be that his ghostly aura is different?

"If you believe me, I will tell you how to recover!"

Qi Huan nodded slightly.

Zhang Jin stepped forward and took out a few crumpled pieces of paper, "I heard about this situation from my previous master, and I also saw him treat people, so I wrote it down..."

After Zhang Jin stuffed the papers to Qi Huan, he turned around and was about to leave, but Qi Huan suddenly stopped him, "How do you know?"

Zhang Jin lowered his head slightly, "Everyone...knows..."

……

After Zhang Jin left for a long time, Qi Huan was still pondering what "everyone knows" meant, until the sound of footsteps behind him brought him back to his senses.

"Ah Huan, who are you talking to?"

"Oh, a servant. How did you come out?"

"I feel a little bored and want to go out for a walk."

A long-lost smile immediately appeared on Qi Huan's face, "You are finally going out!"

……

The streets are still bustling, no one pays attention to other people's sorrows, the vendors keep waving and yelling at them, and the children run past them noisily.

Everything is still normal as usual, interesting...

Zhang Lingyue suddenly stopped and said softly, "You can't find my brother, can you?"

Qi Huan pursed his lower lip, lowered his head slowly, and did not speak.

"I know." Zhang Lingyue said, "After the death of the Zhang family, there is no chance to become ghosts and enter reincarnation, because Zhang Fushou changed everyone's life, and the human skull told me."

"Ling Yue, I will let you live forever!" Qi Huan supported his shoulders, "I know the way, as long as I find the guts of the thousand-year-old snake demon..."

"I know my brother won't come back." Zhang Lingyue said flatly, "So I shouldn't use this to cause trouble for others. Ah Huan, thank you..."

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Lingyue's face, Qi Huan felt his heart was hit by a hammer, and the sadness penetrated from the outside to the inside, and finally covered his entire chest. He grabbed Zhang Lingyue and put his chin on his shoulder,

"Thank you, Ling Yue..."

……

For a long time after that, the ordinary life seemed to exist specifically to relieve sorrow. They lived ordinary lives in the house of only two people, but they also knew that they could not continue like this forever.

"Ah Huan, what did you get!"

Not only did Zhang Lingyue have to be busy reading recipes and learning to cook, but he also had to keep an eye on Qi Huan who was playing in the water, now he was like a child.

Qi Huan got a bottle from somewhere. There seemed to be something in the bottle. He poured it into the water, but the contents in the bottle would not come out. He got anxious and threw the bottle on the ground. Splash all over the place.

The vegetables that Zhang Lingyue had just put in the pot were also stained with those black things. He raised the spoon in his hand and was about to hit Qi Huan on the head when he looked down and saw that the big red kit hanging on his waist had also become It's dark.

He threw away the spoon, rolled up his sleeves and dragged Qi Huan out of the kitchen, then came to the well, moved a stool and a wooden basin, and the dirty clothes he had changed, and finally threw the big red kit into the basin inside.

"Don't eat without washing!"

"If you don't eat, you don't eat!"

Zhang Lingyue didn't expect that Qi Huan would dare to argue with him, so he was even angrier than before. He raised his voice and said, "If you are disobedient, don't talk to me in the future, and I will ignore you!"

Qi Huan lowered his head and obediently went to fetch water. Zhang Lingyue saw that he had given in, and just turned around to go back to the kitchen, when Qi Huan yelled, "It bit me!"

Zhang Lingyue hurried to see what happened, and saw that Qi Huan's right hand palm began to drip blood. Now he panicked, and he didn't know how to deal with the wound. At this moment, after Qi Huan stared at his hand for a while, Unexpectedly, his face was expressionless, and he continued to put his hand into the water as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Lingyue quickly grabbed his wrist, and when he turned Qi Huan's palm over, he found that the wound was gone. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief. He forgot that Qi Huan was a ghost, and he could heal the wound by himself.

"What bit you?"

"this!"

It was the big red kit lying quietly in the tub, Zhang Lingyue breathed a sigh of relief, when Zhang Geng gave it to him, he clearly said it was for warding off ghosts, but he forgot about it.

[The author has something to say]: It's almost over...

A new pit is being prepared...